Passers By

"Art"
The poem, a faraway ellipsis, trots
prefatorially. The poem as wits, as
a wily pirate's raft. The poem a loss.
The poem is pi, a software astrally
lawless. The poem is a patriot fray,
a wry spearatist. Lo, the poem fails.
Say the poem is spatial art, flower
stairway o'er pitfalls. The poem as
leaf-rot, the solipsism, a war (type A)
Mars' way. All the poets praise it:
the poem plows fatalities, arrays
ires. The poem is play, a straw float.
Pary sit. The poem, waterfall oasis,
lists. The poem mparrots a life away.
The poem awaits, falters prosily, a
wary foal. The poem, a satire, splits.
The poem a writer's apostasy. I fall
for the poem's salsa, partiality. We
rail away - the poem stops, lifts ear.
The poem is a self-portrait always.